"Don't you want to die? Did you know that this is an ice weapon? ”

Lux was jerked away from the hilt by a hand, and tears fell onto the hilt of the sword, condensing into ice the moment it touched.

Jano let go of Lux, who sat down on the ground, apparently unaware of what danger he was touching, and Ezreal hurriedly came over to help her up, his eyes full of distress.

"Ice, the ancient magic of Freljord, if it weren't for the blood of ice, it would have killed you."

Jay Promise explained the origin of the ice succinctly, and Lux realized the horror of this thing.

"Why are you pulling this sword? You're not Artoria! "A careless girl who almost made Lux die, so angry that Jano raised his fist and threatened the girl who kept fighting.

Seeing this, Ezreal hurriedly took Lux in his arms, and Jeno was even more angry when he saw it, and stretched out two fingers and poked him hard in the nose.

"You're so good, eat tofu openly, your brother and I are so angry that I almost died!"

Of course, these words were only transmitted to Ezreal by means of a telephony, and Lux could not hear them.

"It was Galio who asked me to pull it out, and it said it was cold." Lux was so frightened by Jeno that she couldn't stop whimpering, but she still explained the whole reason.

"This sword is not the sorrow of frost, what's wrong with two insertions? What a hypocrisy! ”

Figured out the reason, Jeno couldn't help but take a sip, isn't this nothing to look for? The magic of the Ice will make Galio feel cold, but otherwise it will not affect it in any way.

At most, there is a feeling that you have eaten too many popsicles!

In fact, it should be able to move or move, and there will be no stiffness at all.

"Look, people who are not of the ice bloodline will be like this when they encounter the Ice Weapon!" In order to give Lux a long memory, Jeno decided to give a demonstration himself.

Lux swallowed hard in her throat, stopped choking, and sat up apologetically from Ezreal's arms, then turned her teary eyes to Jeno.

"Aren't you afraid?" Lux asked.

Jeno didn't answer.

The audience was ready, and Jeno reached out to grasp the hilt of his sword, and a sharp pain instantly burned through his body.

He didn't let go, letting the cold creep over his hands. The arm began to freeze, and the killing power of Zhen Bing began to appear from his right hand, gradually spreading along the arm and towards the heart.

Eventually, Jeno transforms into an ice sculpture with a sword drawn.

Lux was stunned by this fate, and it took a long time to remember what she wanted to save people. But as she prepares to cast the spell, Jeno breaks through the ice sculpture himself and pulls the broadsword Winter Sigh out of Galio's head.

"See? That's what happens when you mess around. Jeno shook off his ice slag and warned Lux with a "cold" expression.

After his test, this Zhen Bing is indeed "on the brain", but fortunately his heart is not flesh and blood, otherwise it will definitely be frozen. The reason why Jeno dared to do this was because he had already verified it on Silas and determined that the power of runes could expel the power of ice.

"Are you Ice Blood?" After reading it, Lux's mind was full of questions.

"No, otherwise why do you think I'm going to freeze?"

"Also, who was Artoria you were talking about? Is it the owner of this sword? Which sword is Frost Sorrow? Will it freeze if you touch it? ”

Like a curious baby, Lux spoke a barrage of questions that made Jeno's brow jump.

"Heh, you have a lot of questions."

Jeno ignored her and turned to study the Ice Weapon.

Although he didn't know what the weapon looked like, he saw that the ice crystals embedded in the hilt of the sword no longer filled the grooves, and the gaps around it were exposed, and he took them off with a light pluck of his hand.

He knew that the smaller ice crystal was the legendary Zhen Bing, but what was the situation? The ice that is said to never melt has actually melted?

However, the thought that this thing had been in the body cast by the Galio Forbidden Demon Stone for nearly two days made Jeno feel relieved.

The so-called ice does not melt for 10,000 years, and it is only established in the cold environment of Freljord. If you put the forbidden magic stone together, even if the process is slow, the magic in it will be sucked dry sooner or later.

After all, Zhen Ice is an ice block made by magic, and their creators are the Yeti clan who suddenly disappeared in ancient times.

Jeno tossed the broadsword from which he had taken off the ice to Ezreal, he thought it was collectible, and the latter thought so, because the broadsword was too heavy, and it was too hard for him to wield it in battle, and he might as well shoot it with a glove biubiubiu.

And Lux, who had eaten behind closed doors at Jeno's place, pouted in grief. However, she then realized that she hadn't helped Galio yet, so she reached out and pressed against the forbidden magic stone at her feet.

At this time, the thin ice under his feet has melted due to the extraction of the ice.

Lux pressed her hands to the ground and began to pour warm light magic into Galio's wounds.

Her hands glowed with colorful light, shining on people warmly.

Jano sensed it, he felt that the light was a little too conspicuous, and the light on Galio's head was not a good sign, so a look hinted at Ezreal.

Ezreal understood the hint and took off her wallet and placed it on Lux's hands. The latter looked at her gratefully, for she herself was wearing armor that was inconvenient to take off.

Ezreal's youthful smile made him forget about himself with excitement to see his own reflection in Lux's eyes.

The rest of the process went smoothly, somewhat unexpectedly.

Lux gave all her magic to Galio, and she didn't feel sorry for it, because the thing would come back on its own.

Then she picked up the jacket in her hand, ready to return it to Ezreal, who was shivering in the cold wind, and thanked him for his kindness to help her hide the light rather than freeze.

But just as he was handing over the jacket, a yellowed old photo fell out of the jacket's pocket.

Ezreal was busy putting on his jacket and didn't see it for the first time, but Lux picked it up.

It's not so much a photograph as a photographic stick figure. The painting is crumpled and yellowed, with chipped corners and looks old.

The long-haired girl on the left bows her head shyly, and the half-headed boy on the right tilts his head crampedly, grabbing the hair on the back of his head with one hand to hide his embarrassment.

Seeing that Lux was looking at one of the most significant of his collection, Ezreal hurriedly snatched the photograph from her, but the contents of the photograph were already imprinted in Lux's mind, and he couldn't snatch it if he wanted to.